“Ben, I’ve known you for twenty-one years. I think I’ve seen all the strange you have.”
“Right, well, if Conner does anything, tell me, okay?”
“What do you mean by anything?”
Was she going to make him say it? “If he flirts with you. Just… don’t fall for it. Don’t fall in love with him.”
Silence stretched between them before a laugh burst out of her. “I’m thinking of the right guy, right? Conner Brooks? Drummer of the world famous bandFate? Best friend to the strange rockstar sitting next to me?”
“I told you not to look at me weirdly.”
“Then, maybe you shouldn’t say ridiculous things. In what world would Conner Brooks, infamous playboy, hit on Piper Hayes?”
It wasn’t that odd, was it? Sure, Piper wasn’t famous and didn’t look the part, but neither did he when he wasn’t on stage. He flipped wet hair out of his face and rubbed his stubbly jaw before dropping his voice. “Just promise me you won’t fall for him.”
She turned her entire body to face him. The wet shirt clung to her, but she didn’t seem to notice as she put a hand to her heart. “I, Piper Hayes, promise that this is not the life where I fall in love with a rockstar.” Her lips tipped up. “Maybe the next one, but only if next-life Piper has better fashion sense.”
He couldn’t help matching her grin. “What’s wrong with your fashion sense?”
“It’s too much like yours.” She stood and brushed sand off her butt.
Ben laughed and joined her. She was right. The two of them were jeans and t-shirts type of people, unlike Quinn and Conner who both always looked like they walked right out of a magazine.
If Ben didn’t have Quinn dressing him for concerts and a stylist for appearances, there’s no way anyone would take him seriously. Maybe that was why Dax Nelson refused to let anyone see the man behind the music.
He had the right idea.